She was wearing white pants that day
It was in middle school, second year I think
The bright red tomatoes
Spilled on my shorts
They weren't expensive or nice looking like hers
She didn't apologize, after all
It was my fault
I smelled like tomatoes the rest of the day
Everyone was wary from then on
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PoesíaCollection of poems describing the deterioration of a friendship.
